All language subtitles for The Flying Nun s01e23 The Sister and the Old Salt.eng

[seagulls cawing]

[Jacqueline] Captain Otis Barnaby

came into our lives

one sunny afternoon
a few weeks ago.

He looked and talked as if
he had stepped right out of

every seafaring story
ever written.

Ahoy.

Well, ahoy there.

I'm Captain Otis Barnaby,

master and owner
of this vessel.

You the skipper of that crew?

Yes, uh.
I'm Sister Bertrille

and these are the children
of the convent San Tanco.

[chuckles]

Would you like
to come aboard?

[children chattering]

Well, I--I think we would,

except you look like
you've a lot of work to do.

That's why I'm gonna
Shanghai you.

Come on, shipmates.
Come aboard here.

That's it,
take it easy now,

I don't want you falling
in the water. That's the way.

Ah, what a crew
I've got here.

That's right, my lad,
slap it on good.

[chuckles]

50 years at sea,

and I never sailed
with better shipmates.

That's a great crew
you got there, Sister.

I think so.

What's the name
of your boat?

Well, I ain't named her yet.

She sailed under
the name of the pelican,

Until I bought her
3 weeks ago.

I aim
to re-christen her

as soon as I've turned her
back into a lady.

And then what?

Then I sail to Miami.

Miami, Florida?

The same.

You're going to sail
over a thousand miles

in this little boat?

Sister,

sometimes you have
to aim for the stars.

Captain, they may be
easier to reach than Miami.

Not if you're
Captain Otis Barnaby,

And you've sailed
around the horn

more times
than you can remember.

[chuckles]

I want to tell you
there's nothing like it.

You're all alone,

The master
of your own destiny,

Free as a cloud,

and the wind and the spray
blowing in your face,

and the smell of the sea
in your nostrils.

[inhaling]

You feel like a bird,
skimming over the waves,

Soaring through the sky
away from everything.

[Captain Otis chuckles]
You know,

Just thinking about it

makes your blood stir
and your pulses pound.

I know the feeling.

You know something, Sister?

I believe you do.

[Jacqueline] And at that moment,

Captain Barnaby
and Sister Bertrille realized

they were kindred spirits.

What Sister Bertrille
didn't realize

was that
this was to be the start

of the most extraordinary
adventure of her young life.

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[Jacqueline] During the days
that followed,

the Captain became
a regular visitor

to the convent San Tanco.

The children came to adore him

as each day he brought
the lure of the sea

and exciting tales of
tall ships and heroic deeds

into their
stuffy little classroom.

And there we were,
maties,

fighting for our lives
in a gale

that had been
howling at us for 24 hours.

Giant hailstones,
seas 40 feet high,

the wind blowing 70 knots,

the wheel lashed,

but the ship
was rolling so badly

that the pumps
weren't working.

Suddenly, there's a crack.

And the skipper turns to me
and screams,

"The topsail's broke loose.
Go aloft and furl it!"

And there I was,
100 feet above deck,

and the sea gone mad,
clinging to a mast

that was splitting the sky
with an 80 degree arc.

[exclaims]

[Jacqueline] Then one morning,

a few days before
he was due to set sail

in his little boat,

Sister Bertrille discovered
the Captain in the classroom.

Captain Barnaby, what are
you doing here so early?

Oh, I'm installing
a radio.

A radio?
Yeah.

I made it myself.

I'll be able to talk
to you and the children

during the voyage.

Oh, now,
and--and see here.

I, uh, I pinned this map up.

Now you'll be able to
chart my course every day.

I--I--I thought the children
would enjoy that.

Oh, I'm sure they will,

but is this going to be
your only contact with land?

It's the only contact
I want.

Oh, but Captain--
Sister,

every sailor has
a favorite port.

Mine's
the convent San Tanco.

Permission granted?

Aye, aye, Captain.

[Jacqueline] That afternoon
the bombshell exploded.

Sister Bertrille, there's a
Mr. Conrad Barnaby to see you.

Conrad Barnaby?

Is he a relative
of the Captain's?

It's his son.

Why, he never mentioned
having a son.

Uh, class,
continue your reading.

Uh, Mr. Barnaby?

Oh, yes.

Sister, look, I don't believe
in wasting time,

so I'd like to get
right to the point.

The chances of my father

successfully completing
this voyage are,

excuse me,

46,754 to 1.

You worked it out?

I'm a statistician.

I want you to dissuade
my father

from this
ridiculous voyage.

Mr. Barnaby,
it's not ridiculous to him.

Uh, I know it's risky,

but he is an experienced
seaman.

Sister,

my father hadn't even seen
the ocean until 6 weeks ago.

What?

He spent all of his life
in Lincoln, Nebraska

as an insurance salesman.

But--but I don't understand.

He--he looks and sounds
so nautical.

He didn't even have a beard
until 5 weeks ago.

Maybe you'd better explain
the whole story to me.

All right.

2 years ago, the company
that employs me

transferred me here
to San Juan.

Can I come aboard?

Well, ahoy there,
Sister.

Sure you can come aboard.
Thanks.

Everything's all squared away
and shipshape

for the voyage tomorrow.

It's a great feeling
to have a good ship

under your feet again.

And more interesting

than the insurance business,
huh?

The dried prune
was in to see you.

Conrad told me
the whole story.

Oh.

Why'd you lie to us,
Captain Barnaby?

Well, they weren't mean lies,
were they, gal?

No, not mean,
just hard to understand.

Well, when you've had a dream
a long time,

you start to believe
it's true.

And all my life

I dreamed of being Captain
of a sailing ship.

So you settled for being
an insurance salesman.

Settled is right.

Oh, it wasn't a bad life,

just dull like thousands
of others, I suppose.

Well,
what about your son?

Yes, what about my son?

You know that boy
has a life plan?

Life plan?
Sure.

He has a chart
up on the wall.

Graduate school
at a certain date,

Make vice president
at a certain date,

Get married at 35,

have 3 point 7 children,
I guess.

And has he kept
to his plan?

Of course.

And when he first
came here,

he met this girl
called María.

I had hopes
that he'd marry her

and scuttle
the whole shebang.

But he even resisted
that temptation.

You might say
my son loves wisely,

but not too well.

Why didn't he
wanna marry her?

Well, she's a widow,

she's 3 years older than him,
she's got 4 kids.

It's not logical
for him to marry her.

You see, Conrad...

believes in logic,
Sister.

Let's go below,
I've got some coffee going.

Oh, great.

[cups rattle]

Uh, tell me, Mr. Barnaby,
do you believe in logic?

Well, there's lots of things
in this world aren't logical.

Some things you just
have to take on faith.

I know.

Well, I guess you do.

All my life
I've been logical,

but now I've finally
outgrown it.

But this voyage,

you don't know anything
about the sea.

That's
where you're wrong.

I know everything
about the sea.

I had the best teachers
in the world. Who?

Melville, Conrad,
Bligh, Cook, Stevenson.

I've read every word
ever printed about sailing.

Mr. Barnaby, reading
can only teach you so much.

I haven't only read,
Sister.

All my life I've taken courses
in navigation,

I've studied design,
I've built models,

I can use a sextant
and I can chart a course.

So you see, Sister,
I'm not a complete old fake.

But why take
such a dangerous voyage?

Sister, I'm 68 years old
and I've never done anything

that I could point to
with any pride.

Worse still,
I haven't even tried.

I just lived with a dream
that finally went cold.

Now, I've got one last chance
to rekindle that dream.

And if I don't do it,

I'm not gonna be
much good for anything.

Bon voyage, Captain.

Thank you.

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I hereby christen this ship
Sister Bertrille.

[people cheering]

Ah,
thank you, Sister.

I'll try to make her
live up to her name.

Oh, it was my honor.

Well,
I wanted to name her

after a lady of spirit
and grace.

The sisters have packed
all your supplies, Captain.

There's everything in here
from soup to bolts.

Nuts, Sister.

Oh, there's,
that's--that's in here too.

And oranges
to keep away the scurvy.

Well, uh, thank you,
sisters.

I'm sure
it will all be delicious.

All right, me maties,
let's get this chow aboard.

No sign of
the dried prune, huh?

I'm afraid not,
Captain.

I tried to explain to him
how you felt,

but I just couldn't
get through.

Well, no matter.

I didn't expect him
anyway, no matter.

Nelson couldn't ask
for a better sendoff.

Everything shipshape there,
Sister?

The children would like
to say goodbye, Captain.

Well, of course.

I wouldn't sail away
without a farewell

to the best shipmates
I ever had.

Doesn't his son even care
enough to say goodbye?

Maybe he cares
too much.

Well, what's keeping
him away? Pride?

Yeah. The wrong kind.

Well, goodbye,
Sister Jacqueline.

Goodbye, Captain.

Goodbye, gal.

Smooth sailing,
Captain.

[seagulls cawing]

Goodbye,
Sister Ana.

Goodbye, Sister Sixto.

[engine starts]

Cast off!

Well, it's up to
the Captain now.

There's nothing more
we can do.

Except pray
for fair weather.

[thunder cracking]

[wind howling]

[radio whining]

[wind howling]

You must eat something,
Sister.

I know you're worried,

but starving yourself
isn't going to help.

No. I suppose not.

It's no wonder
she looks like

something
the cat dragged

through
the fence backwards.

All day long she sits
by the radio

listening to nothing.

No word at all?
No.

Sister Bertrille.
Sister Bertrille.

Captain Barnaby.
The Captain is on the radio.

Oh!

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Here's Sister Bertrille now,
Captain.

He sounds very weak.

Captain Barnaby,
what happened?

Are you all right?

We're riding out the tail end
of the storm now,

but things are pretty much
of a shambles.

The auxiliary's gone,
I lost the jib.

That gale came out of nowhere
and hit us

before I had a chance
to furl her.

Have you got a spare?

[captain] Sure.

I'll get her up
as soon as I catch me a fish.

Catch you a fish?
What happened to your supplies?

Davey Jones locker.
But don't worry.

I'll catch something.

Captain, we'll send out
the coastguard to pick you up.

I said I lost me supplies,
gal, not me pride.

Now don't be stubborn.
Give us your position.

I haven't the foggiest,

and if I did,
I wouldn't give it to you.

Look, stop feeling sorry
for me.

I wouldn't have missed
this trip for all the world.

I'm where I've always been--

Captain Barnaby?

Captain Barnaby!

The radio's gone dead.

What are we
going to do?

Uh, go pack
some supplies.

And find me
some spare radio parts.

Radio parts?

I'm gonna try
and find him.

[Jacqueline] With fair weather,

and armed with fresh supplies,

Sister Bertrille's
operation airlift began.

[wind blowing]

[snoring]

[ship creaking]

[continues snoring]

Sister Bertrille.

Wait a minute.

What are you looking for?
Me wings.

Your wings?

I, uh, thought
I might be dead.

No, Captain,
I'm afraid you're not dead.

I'm having a hallucination.

And you are a figment
of my imagination.

Mind you, you, uh...

You look p-pretty solid
for a figment.

Thanks.

Ah, it--it--it all fits.

I'm groggy, the storm,
nothing to eat.

But why haven't you eaten?

No food.

What's that?

But I--I--I lost
all me supplies.

How did this get here?

I don't know, maybe the sisters
packed 2 sets of supplies.

Well, at least you could talk
to me while I'm eating.

Do figments eat?

Well, I can do anything
you want me to do.

Do you play gin?
Do you?

Sure.

Then so do I.

Let's go below.

Hold it. Now.

[thudding]

[whistling]

Gin.

Wait a minute.

If you're a figment
of my imagination,

how come
you're beating me?

I don't know.

It's the first time
I've ever been a figment.

Well, anyway,
you're good company.

I'll be sorry
to see you disappear.

You know, it's a pity
that your radio broke down.

Can't you fix it?

Well, I don't think
it's any use.

I've torn it apart,

but I haven't
found the trouble yet.

Uh, but you are going

to put it back together

and try it again, huh?

Oh, sure, but I don't hold out
much hope.

How do you feel?

Fine, fine,

A little weak,
but fine.

Does that mean
you'll be leaving?

Well, you don't need me
anymore.

Say, c-c-could I ask you
o-one last question?

Why did you appear

in the form of
Sister Bertrille?

Why do you think?

Well, I guess

because she's about
the best friend I ever had.

Smooth sailing,
Captain.

[sighs]

[wind blowing]

Well, I suppose
that's the way figments are,

here today and gone tomorrow.

[laughs]

Dad, are you sure
you're all right?

[captain] Couldn't be better.

Not even lonely.
had lots of company.

Company?
What--what company?

Sister Figment.

Sister who?

[Captain Otis laughs]

That's just
my little joke, son.

You see,
this figment dropped in on me.

And the darndest thing,
she looks just like

that little Sister Bertrille,

back at the convent there.

Had quite a conversation
with her.

Dad, look--look,
let me get this straight.

You think you had
a--a visit from a nun?

That I did.

Beat me at gin too.

Of course,
it's all in the mind,

but she looked
as real as anything.

As a matter of fact,

I'm trying to
conjure her up again.

Dad, now just...

Just relax, everything's
gonna be all right.

Of course it is.
I'm gonna make it, son.

Without any help
from anybody but my figment.

Figment.

Got to sign off now, son.

Give my love to the children
and the sisters.

I'll get back to you tomorrow.

Well, that settles that.

Settles what,
Mr. Barnaby?

I'm gonna get
the coast guard

and pull him out of
there, of course.

But why?

Why? My father's obviously
lost his senses.

[inaudible]

[alarm beeping]

He did what?

Nothing I could say
would stop him.

But they can't
pull him out.

He's gonna make it.
Where is Mr. Barnaby?

He's in the
Reverend Mother's office

Waiting to hear from
the coast guard.

Come on. We're gonna
tell him the truth.

You can do what?

Fly. That's how I got
to the boat today.

Do you expect me
to believe that?

We figured it was a long shot,
but we were desperate.

We?

You mean you believe
she can fly too?

Of course.
She's Sister Figment.

You see, Mr. Barnaby,
we don't have much time.

We want you to call
the coast guard and tell them.

That you can fly?

Oh, no. We tell
very few people about that.

Yes.
That I can understand.

The Reverend Mother
isn't too crazy

to have that noised
around.

So, we want you
to call the coast guard

and tell them that
you've received information

that your father's OK,

and to call off
the search.

Here's the phone,
Mr. Barnaby.

No.

I don't know what's
going on,

but I know
that it's illogical

to believe
that anybody can fly.

[phone rings]

Yes.

Speaking. Yeah...
They have?

One of the planes
has spotted him.

How long will it take

for one of your boats
to reach him?

Now, I wanna warn you

that my father might protest
this rescue.

You must understand
that he's just undergone

A very severe emotional--

Excuse me
for just a moment.

She really can fly.

Seeing is believing.

How--how
does she do that?

Well, she doesn't
really know.

She doesn't know?

Mr. Barnaby,

not everything in life
is logical.

[man chatters]

Yes, yes,
I- I'm--I'm still here.

Uh, Captain,

I'd like to make

what may seem to be
a surprising request.

[Jacqueline] And so the good ship
Sister Bertrille

held firm to its course.
next stop: Miami.

[seagulls cawing]

Well, maties,
there I was,

10 miles out of Miami

with a fair wind
and smooth sailing ahead.

But suddenly the sea erupts
like a volcano.

[exclaims]

And I look up
and there's a whale

as big as a house
not 5 feet from the bow.

Dad telling stories again?

Uh-huh.
You don't mind?

No, why should I?

Some of this one's true.

Besides, uh,

I guess he's entitled

to tell them
whatever he wants.

They're his
grandchildren.

His grandchildren?

I became the father of 4
2 weeks ago

When I married María.

[stutters]

Congratulations.

You needn't look
so surprised, Sister.

You know there's
some things in life

that just aren't logical.

♪♪

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